Sometimes, in the past couple of months. Sometimes I look around at night and realise how haunted the past year was for me. I look around and realise abruptly, happily, that I am not in fear of demons, of malevolent presences lurking within or out of sight.
We are glad not to be so haunted for now, and disquieted to realise how pervasive this was in the year previous. That period - for reference - of roughly November 2007 to February 2009 in which horror and subtle paranoia washed over in its not quite subsiding ebb and flow. I do not pretend things must be always better from now, for we have had our peaks before, but still this is a happy thing to notice in absence.